Werewolf Web Novels & Ruthless Royal Stories

I slapped a witch and was cursed. "Two years is what you have left," she said, smiling. "Then you die. Unless you kiss the Lycan King. Three times." *** Earlier, I'd found out my boyfriend was gay. Then, while walking back home with a broken heart, a stranger poured water on my head for no reason at all. And now, I had a countdown to my own death. I've never wanted a crown. I never even wanted to meet the king, the one who has sent home every woman who has ever tried to catch his eye, but then the royal decree arrived: every eligible daughter in the realm is summoned to the kingdom for the Lycan King's bride selection. It was my only chance to get close enough to him. And Xaden, the ruthless king himself, only chooses a woman who treats him well, which would have been easier if I wasn’t being nice to him because I need him to kiss me three times before I die.

"My love?" I speak softly, ensuring my mate is asleep before slipping out to the balcony. I sighed in delight as I allowed the moonlight to embrace me, gifting me the warmth and mothership I desired. "My mother takes great care of me, even from so far in the sky." I said to the moon goddess, and was rewarded with a warm breeze. "Dear Mother Moon Goddess. Please... show me the way. Guide me in leading your people. You have forced me to love this mate of mine... how else must I suffer before I can lead your people properly?" The wind blew cold and I knew I was asking the wrong questions, or at least coming to the wrong conclusions. "You suffer because of me...?" I gasped and whipped around to see my mate standing in the doorway of the balcony, his massive gash wound from yesterday's battle still in place but healing slowly. "My love, that is not what I meant! I-I just meant to say that-" He silenced me with one finger to my lips. "I know... I know everything." My face fell immediately, I could feel the shock and terror settling into my gut. "No..."

Rejected by My Mate, Chosen by the King Synopsis Elena Voss waits three days for her mate bond to settle. It takes one night, in front of her whole pack, to watch it thrown back in her face. Marcus, Ashcombe's future Alpha, rejects her publicly, calling her bloodline too weak to breed the next alphas. Minutes after the bond snaps, something in her answers back — torches gutter without wind, flame reaches for her hand instead of the other way around. Waiting outside is Kael: composed, unnervingly old behind a young face, uninterested in her humiliation. He tells her what Ashcombe never bothered to find out — her bloodline isn't omega, and never was. It was buried generations ago, by a pack too afraid of what it meant to let it surface, and it just woke up in the one place a broken bond could shake it loose. Pulled between a mother finally willing to admit what the family has hidden, an Elder council eager to decide her fate first, and a stranger who knows exactly what she's worth beyond Ashcombe, Elena faces the same choice from every direction: exile, suppression, or an alliance with a man who still hasn't told her the whole truth. None of them know yet that her rejection was never about her — it was the opening move in something far older, something Ashcombe has spent generations trying to bury, and something the Lycan King has waited a long time to finish. Rejected by My Mate, Chosen by the King is a slow-burn werewolf romance built on public humiliation, a hidden bloodline, and a king who chose her before the story even started — for reasons that have nothing to do with love, and everything to do with what she's about to become.

Beware of the Night Alpha. A dangerous shadow, the wraith of vengeance. He is a darkness feared by all, a plague to be avoided, and a river that drowns quicker than a sharp sword cut through the softest surface. Who am I? I am Lady Alenna of House Grewin. A powerful wolf clan known for their nobility and strength. To retain that reputation, my father sorted out the Night Alpha to either take him down or put a tame on him. Little was he informed of the ferocious beast he hunts. Now the Night Alpha has come for my people in retaliation for my father’s hunt. He is to slaughter us all if the moon hadn’t intervened and cast me the fated half of the bastard. I’ve always been a lover of the dark, but something about the darkness he’s made of gives aid to my nightmares. Will I survive? Or is this an end like I’ve predicted?

Elira Voss was nothing more than a slave when she was dragged into the grand palace of the ruthless Alpha King, Kael Draven, a man feared across kingdoms, a man who destroyed her home and slaughtered her people without mercy. But on the night meant for him to find his mate, fate makes a cruel mistake. It was her. Out of all the women in the kingdom… his mate is a slave. In front of the entire court, he rejects her. She was humiliated, discarded and meant to die. Elira should have been executed that same night by Kael orders, but something, or someone, intervenes, pulling her from death’s grip and into the arms of a rival Alpha… one who does not see her as weak, but as someone worth saving. But the bond didn’t break. Because now, the King can feel everything. Her pain, strength and her happiness… with another man. And it drives him mad. As war rises and a dangerous power awakens within her, Elira must decide… Return to the King who destroyed her… Or fight for the freedom she’s finally found. Because this time, she’s not the weak slave he rejected. She is the one to break him.